When?
 
I’ll love you when the bee has lost its buzz,
When wolf and bear have quit their howl and growl,
When lambs don’t sport a snow-spun fleece of fuzz
And hoots don’t float from barns that house an owl.  
I’ll love you when the spin of earth is stilled,
When moons don’t bloom and stars don’t stud the skies.
I’ll love you when the flare of sun has chilled  
And sea-breeze sprees have lost their salt-tang highs.
I’ll love you when the dawn-drenched lark can’t sing,
When shrikes don’t shriek and hawks don’t squawk and wheel.  
I’ll love you when the lies you told don’t sting. 
I’ll love you when the heart you peeled can heal.
I’ll love you when my veins and tears run dry…
And then I’ll love you till the day I die. 


Susan Jarvis Bryant


If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Susan Jarvis Bryant would be pleased to hear them